Then, he gave his evaluation:
"Hope is...a fleeting illusion...despair is...an eternal melody?"
What kind of rubbish is this? It's just pointless whining, no different from dog shit!
This stunned the assistant standing nearby, who whispered after a moment:
"Mr. Xu, are you saying this poem is bad?"
"Do you think this poem is nice? It's a mess, full of disappointment, despair, exhaustion, and pain!"
Xu Lu didn't answer, but instead asked a question.
The assistant shook his head and said:
"I don't really think it's anything special, but a lot of people online say it's good. Besides, I'm not a poet, how would I know about these things!"
"Then you're lucky. It's a good thing you're not a poet, otherwise you'd end up like these 'masters,' unable to even speak properly!"
Xu Lu laughed heartily.
The assistant smiled and quickly added:
"Mr. Xu, do you want to respond to this Master Lin? Should you post on Weibo?"
"Of course! Everyone else has called on me, so I can't back down!"
Xu Lu nodded, thought for a moment, and then also started a Weibo account:
I love this land.
Upon seeing the poem's title, the assistant paused for a moment, then smiled brightly, thinking to herself:
"Mr. Xu is Mr. Xu. While others write 'Land of Despair,' he writes 'I Love This Land,' taking a confrontational approach."
Soon, under the watchful eye of his assistant, Xu Lu wrote down lines of poetry:
'If...I were...a bird...'
'I should also...sing with a hoarse...throat...'
'This river... forever surging...with grief and indignation...'
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